Finney Thayer

By Finney Thayer of The Pathfinder

October 18, 2025

From the hard, frosty earth,

Flowers sprout up once more.

Blanketing the ground with a variety of colours,

From striking purples to sunny yellows and bold reds,

Shaded blues and bright oranges weave their way in.

Whimsical birdsong permeates the air anew.

Gaia has awakened.

The beams of Apollo beat down harsher than ever before.

Animals throughout the forest are quiet,

They hide from the harsh rays coating the lands.

Shafts of light pierce through leaves,

Giving the floor a dappled look.

Rivers shrink ever so slightly,

As the sun greedily drinks them up.

Greenleaf is upon us.

Cool breezes rattle the boughs,

And the leaves flutter down, cloaking the ground

In shiny golds, ruby reds, and tawny browns.

Scents of pumpkin and maple swirl in the air;

A murder of crows flies overhead

Letting loose a harsh cacophony of caws.

Magna Mater has begun to grow sleepy.

Harsh winds sweep over the lands,

Accompanied by stinging rain and cold snow.

The trees are bare as can be,

Bereft of their leaves.

Slumbering fauna lie beneath the earth,

Dreaming of a moment better than this.

Time slows down,

As if Chronos can feel the chill brought on.

Liquid ice seeps into the ground,

Killing off all that is pretty

And replacing it with a coat of white.

Mother Earth is slumbering once more.